“Yes. And even though I have no magic of my own, I was fine. I did get tossed around a bit here and there, but as long as I remained calm and didn’t try to fight back I was always okay in the end. It was a challenge, of course, basically acting like a rag doll and letting magic hurl me through the air, but it worked.”
“It’s not about control,” Ridley murmured as Grandpa’s words came back to her.
“What’s that?” Archer asked, leaning closer.
“Um, my grandfather told me some things last night. Things that sounded kind of unbelievable. He said I’m trying too hard to control what happens when I’m using magic, and that if I just let go completely, I’ll be capable of way more. Like hurricanes, floods, traveling right through solid mountains. Sounds crazy, right?”
Archer shook his head, a frow
